Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 247 The Trap of Women 3

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My question made Deng Yi laugh out loud. He countered, "What do you think? I went through all that trouble to find you, and then posted that slut there to lure you here, just to chat with you?"
As expected, I was prepared. I explained, "It's not what you think."
Deng Yi interrupted him, "Things need to be handled one at a time, and problems need to be solved one by one. Let's talk about that slut you slept with first, shall we?"
My heart skipped a beat. The light shining on my face was turned off, and Deng Yi roared, "Raise that bitch higher!"
The chains rattled, and as my eyes gradually adjusted, two people supported me as I looked towards Zhou Xuemei. All the lights in the room came on, and I was horrified by the scene around me.
I didn't notice anything when I came in. Besides Zhou Xuemei and Deng Yi, there were actually four other men in the room. One was standing in the back corner of the room, holding an iron chain, two were holding my arms, and another was standing next to Deng Yi.
This room seems to have been specially set up for this kind of game, with all sorts of tools displayed on both sides like the eighteen kinds of weapons, many of which I've never even heard of before.
Zhou Xuemei's painful gasps drew my attention, and only then did I see clearly that a horizontal beam was hanging in mid-air, her hands bound to the ends of the beam with iron chains, and two shackles hanging from her feet on the ground. The beam was being pulled up, lifting her to her limit, making it impossible for her to stand; she could only stand on her tiptoes. Her once snow-white feet were now somewhat red, and the scarlet nail polish looked like flowing blood.
Perhaps due to the torture she had endured, Zhou Xuemei was utterly weak. The large puddle where she stood made her feel like she might slip at any moment, her roots trembling. The pain gradually brought her back to consciousness. Her gaze swept over me, devoid of emotion, and she immediately began to curse Deng Yi as shameless.
I was somewhat surprised and frightened. Things had come to this point; if I angered Deng Yi, I would only be asking for trouble.
Deng Yi smiled indifferently, took out a cigarette, lit it, twisted something behind him, and said with a twisted smile, "Your stinking ditch is mine. If you dare to let other men in, I'll clean it up for you today."
Looking closer, I could vaguely make out a water tap. A flexible hose connected to the tap, extending from the ground to Zhou Xuemei's lower body. The hose was tied to her thigh with a rope and was inserted into her genitals.
Water poured continuously into Zhou Xuemei's lower body, her face instantly turning bright red. She sobbed in pain, screamed as if she couldn't bear it, and occasionally rolled her eyes in pleasure. Instinctively, she tried to twist her waist to avoid it, but the hose was fixed to her legs, making escape impossible. Her stomach quickly swelled up from the water, and she stood on tiptoe, her body tense. Her screams turned into painful screams, and a layer of sweat seeped from her neck.
"You stinking woman, you dare to curse me? If you know what's good for you, shut up and you'll suffer less." Deng Yi said, turning off the tap.
Zhou Xuemei trembled all over, her lower body gushing water from the gaps like a fountain, dripping down her thighs. Only now did she realize where the large puddle on the ground came from. Tortured to the point of weakness, she couldn't even stand up. Her snow-white legs were bent, her head hung down, and the iron chains on her wrists hung in mid-air.
I actually felt a pang of heartache and a surge of anger watching this, and I turned to glare fiercely at Deng Yi. Zhou Xuemei was, after all, his wife; how could he really torment her like this?
Deng Yi was also looking at me with a grin, and asked leisurely, "How did you guys have fun that day?"
Whether for my own sake or for Zhou Xuemei's, I naturally won't say anything.
As if he had expected this, Deng Yi laughed and said, "Not going to talk? No problem, we've already done it, what's there to be afraid of? Can you put on a show for me? I'll allow you to play with that slut as you please today."
I ignored it as if I hadn't heard it.
The repeated ignoring him annoyed Deng Yi. He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked over to me. He lifted my chin, looked me in the eyes, and asked, "I heard you used whips?"
I tried to twist and shake off Deng Yi's hand, and I didn't want to see his fat face so closely. But he was quite strong, and his grip on my chin hurt, so I couldn't shake him off at all.
I wanted to resist, but I couldn't, which pleased Deng Yi. He shook my chin off his hand, walked to the side, picked up a leather whip, and casually lashed me out.
A sharp cracking sound startled me, making my heart pound. The whip was entirely black, over a meter long, with a smooth surface that reflected a faint dark sheen. It was clearly a genuine whip, not one of those specially made fakes from last time.
Noticing the fear flash in my eyes, Deng Yi grinned, his mouthful of yellow teeth both disgusting and terrifying. He swayed his obese body as he staggered to Zhou Xuemei, grabbed the crossbeam, and shook it.
Zhou Xuemei was looking at the puppet hanging there. It turned half a circle with the horizontal bar, its back to us. There were already many scarlet whip marks on its smooth, snowy back, indicating that it had been whipped before I arrived.
Those scars made me feel a pang of pity, but they excited Deng Yi, driving him to madness. His smiling face terrified me. He stuck out his tongue, licked the whip, and then lashed it out without warning.
With a sharp crack, the whip struck Zhou Xuemei's back solidly. Although the sound was different from the sound of whipping in the air, the force of the blow was exactly the same. Zhou Xuemei seemed to be suddenly awakened by the pain, raising her head, shaking her hair, and letting out a high-pitched, painful scream.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" For some reason, I felt a pang of heartache at that moment, as if that whip had struck my heart as well.
"Stop hitting me! You're being too domineering, my wife. Why are you allowed to hit me, but I'm not?" Deng Yi said, stroking the bruises on Zhou Xuemei's back with a pained expression, but smiling happily at me. After saying that, he tenderly pulled Zhou Xuemei's long hair down to her chest, revealing her entire snow-white back, and then lashed her with the whip without any mercy.
Another heart-wrenching scream rang out. Zhou Xuemei tried to stand up on tiptoe, but not only was the ground too slippery, but she also couldn't muster any strength and was completely unable to stand.
Although I'd only been intimate with Zhou Xuemei once, and my initial goal was simply to extract information about Deng Yi from her, seeing her suffer now changed everything. Thinking that it was all because of me, that she had been deceived and used by me, and now she was suffering because of me, I felt incredibly sorry for her. I pleaded, "Don't hit her, please, don't hit her."
"Oh, oh, did you see that? Did you all see that? Feeling sorry for him? Haha, someone feels sorry for him." Deng Yi laughed at the crowd around him, his fat face jiggling.
Then, he fiddled with the leather whip in his hand, looked at me with a wicked smile, and said, "My wife, I don't even feel sorry for her, why are you feeling sorry for her?" Then he gestured to the two people holding me and said to move him to the front.
The two women showed no mercy, dragging and pulling me to Zhou Xuemei so I could clearly see her expression. Her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembling, and she seemed somewhat dazed.
I felt incredibly guilty and heartbroken. Before I could even beg for mercy, Deng Yi went berserk, wildly whipping the whip in his hand. It was as if he was venting his anger and seeking revenge, or perhaps enjoying himself and having fun.
Each lash landed squarely on Zhou Xuemei's back. Like a fish stranded in a dry pond, she was helpless and had nowhere to escape. She twisted and struggled, screaming in agony. The pain caused her forehead to bead with sweat, and her bitten lips bled.
Seeing Zhou Xuemei's trembling, contorted body, I couldn't bear it. I turned my head away, not wanting to look anymore. But someone behind me grabbed my chin, preventing me from looking away.

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